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[smugglersshootfirst]

Those who are different

Earth was a strange planet. So behind the times and yet so hostile for those who could bring them new technologies. Lana was shocked that they had fired at her before Artemis even touched the ground, like if her small ship could do them any harm. She managed to escape but not very far. Normally she'd turn around and leave the planet, but now with a broken power link she had no hyperdrive, and that would stretch her journey into months, years even. She cloaked her ship and run away from the men in funny four-wheels vehicles with the letters CIA on them.  But even when she landed in the place where she thought she'd be safe, her inhumanly blue eyes gave her out. She was amazed and a bit scared by how people of this planet looked and reacted at those who were just slightly different. They were one race, and they were divided over such silly things as a skin colour or sexual preferences. For someone who saw hundreds of races of dozens shapes and colours living side by side, it was incomprehensible.

She stole some money, but it was not enough to buy her peace. She couldn't find a place to stay, and she didn't want to go back to her ship too often, to keep the attention out from her. On the third day she heard that there was a school for people who men in the bar called 'mutants'. It was just before she was kicked out by some guys who called her a mutant as well. The fact that she could fight as well as run saved her skin. She spent all the next day looking for this place, hoping that those who are alienated themselves could have some compassion for someone who was truly an alien.

She landed in the backyard of a huge, beautiful mansion late in the night, and knocked on the door, keeping her gun close just in case.

[kneelinmypresence]

Attacked || ask-charles-x

"Charles!" One moment he was beside her and then next he was gone, surrounded by an unknown group. It was clear from the looks on their faces that they where not friendly. Moving forward slightly her eyes narrowed in on the one she guessed to be the leader. Cold fury coursing through her veins as a deadly calm settled over her. When she spoke her voice was low, smooth and powerful, not an ounce of emotion to be hear. The tone of her voice alone should have been their first sign to run.  "Release him, or suffer the consequences."

[ohdeargodnotyouagain]

When he took the bullet he did not know the true weight of that bullet. He did not know the meaning behind it. He certainly did not know what he would go through afterward.

They took him when he was still unconscious. Men in white coats lifted the man who'd just seen his twenty-first birthday into a bed with a metal cover. His eyes opened with a blur, not seeing the world beyond the glass, fingertips burning as they dragged him into a truck and pulled away. They did not know the beast inside.They did not know the monster they would awake.

The men in white coats strapped him into a metal machine that took the wall. They stabbed him, beat him- tortured him- only to watch his skin regrow with in the time it would take them to laugh. He would cower underneath their gestures, pull at the electrodes in his skin trying to break free. He would feel as if he was in slow motion, screaming out and blowing their power sources, making everyone in the room bleed from their eyes. The experiments continued. Seeing if he could die. Seeing if he could heal all the time. Seeing if he could run out of power. All of them proved wrong. They pried him open to see the insides of a beautiful clock. He was not a human. He was not a mutant. He was a time bomb.

His fingernails clawed at the metal walls they encased him in. They bled as he sank to the floor. The coldness in the room making him shiver. Tears in his eyes painful. His wounds did not show- though the mental ones did. He attacked the guards to free himself but nothing changed. He could not be free. They tied him to the wall trying to force his compliance and left him there.  There was no one coming for him. There was no one going to save him. He hung on the wall, hooks into his skin that bled every time he moved. Cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Mutant Omega. And he was going to show them all. His eyes snapped open. "You're all going to die."

He walked away from the flames of the research building. Bodies lay everywhere. Crushed from the inside. Cassander walked over the broken glass, body glistening with sweat and blood. His eyes glowed brightly, a panic inside his heart and a crazed smile on his face.  It had been a year. And he was back.

[kneelinmypresence]

Mun Form

Tagged by ask-charles-x

Name: Kira

Age: 23

Birthday: April 20th

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 5’4”

Blogs: kneelinmypresence

Tag: pocky-and-parasols, legionsniper, swordand-shield

[ohdeargodnotyouagain]

Perfection. Them telekinetics are scary! xD

[kneelinmypresence]

No Speaking || askcharles

"Charles!" She practically bounded in to the living room with excitement. "I have an idea to help you with...readjusting to having your mutation back." She'd practically woken him up at the crack of dawn to tell him about her idea, since it had come to her as she lay awake, unable to sleep. Resisting the urge to do so had been hard and eventually she'd fallen asleep. When she'd awoken she even forgot to get her morning coffee before going of to find him. "Did you know that my magic also includes the ability to converse through telepathy?" 

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Cool New School // closed w/ ask-charles-x

ask-charles-x

This couldn't be the right place. This just...couldn't be the right place. There were trees and a practical forest and the place was a fucking mansion. It didn't exactly ring out "school for mutants" in Scott's mind.

So Scott wasn't a mutant. They were all pretty certain on that point. But no one left in Beacon Hills was going to be able to figure him out. He was eighteen years old, a werewolf, and his future certainly wasn't set in the normal world. He'd barely passed chemistry with a C, how was he going to make it at an actual college? Short answer --- he wasn't. So when the Professor approached him it took convincing but...he said yes. Of course he said yes.

And now he was staring at a mansion and severly regretting not dragging Stiles across the country to explore New York with him.

He moved to the front door, knocking three times and waiting.

If he doesn't come out in thirty seconds just...go.

[kneelinmypresence]

Nightmare || askcharlesx

Crawling into her bad she tossed and turned for hours. While once she was able to fall asleep with ease, these days it took until the wee hours of the morning for her to drift off. Finally falling asleep she drifted between dreams.

Slowly the landscape of her dream changed. Surrounded by shadows she looked at her hands, horrified to find them the dark blue of her Jotun form. Unable to change them back she spun, calling out with. Something answered, in the darkness, something dark and cold and evil. Haunting images of her time in the outer reaches of the universe began to flash around her, mixed in with the disappointed faces of those she loved. She was trapped, unable to move as she watched the dark creature move towards her, whispering the words that she feared the most.

Thrashing in her bed, the sheets tangling around her, trapping her within them. Sweat poured from her body as she tried to escape the nightmare. When the creature appeared out of the darkness her moans turned to screams. She tired to wake up, but was unable to.